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You awoke to your gag being abruptly removed. Your blindfold and the darkness of Master’s room prevented you from seeing anything, but you could smell His cologne. You opened your mouth, your earplugs preventing you from hearing any commands your Master would give you, but you knew exactly what He would remove your gag for.
You could feel His hand in your hair, and you leaned into the touch. Master was so busy recently, you missed His touch so dearly. Two fingers were pressed into your mouth, and you began to suck on them earnestly. He tasted of sweat, and you could smell his musk.
You were already wet, but the smells and now taste got you even wetter.
You could hardly sit still, leaning up into Master’s hands, slightly gagging on his fingers. His hand in your hair gripped you tighter, and you knew you had overstepped. You sat back on your bed, the soft feel of it on your naked skin adding to the few sensations you were allowed.
Master pulled His fingers from your mouth, and you whined at the emptiness. You needed Him inside you, and He was always so cruel with what little you were allowed. But you knew He loved you, and you knew He needed you as much as you needed Him.
Your earplugs were removed, and you could hear Him lean down, putting them in His pocket.
“Good morning,” was all He said. His voice, so close to your ear, was enough to get you to whimper again, and you leaked even more than before.
“M-morning, Master,” you whispered. You didn’t know if it was really morning, you didn’t even know what day it was. Master never let you leave, and you didn’t want to. He provided you with everything you needed, and you would serve Him however He wanted you to.
“It’s a special day, darling. And since I’ve been so busy lately I figured I should spend it with you.”
Your stomach fluttered. A whole day? To serve your Master? You whimpered again, humping the air. He began to play with you, and you whined at the feeling. His fingers on you were amazing, but you wanted so much more. You knew He would give you more, you just needed to wait.
“What’s today, Master?”
“I almost forgot, you don’t know anything anymore, do you, Slave?”
Those words so close to your ear, you began to hump his fingers, whining as you whispered, “N-No sir, nothing but Master’s love.”
He laughed as his teeth grazed your neck, and you moaned as he bit down. You were covered in countless scars from His teeth and hands, and you needed to have more. Each one was a brand of His love, the only thing that needed to cover you, ever since Master took your clothes away.
He sucked and bit harder at your neck, letting you hump His hand more.
When He pulled his mouth away, His hand went with it, and you whined once more.
He whispered in your other ear, saying, “It’s my birthday, sweetheart.”
Your whole body fluttered at the name, and you leaned forward to put your head on his shoulder. Words escaped you for a few moments, as you rubbed your face on his neck.
Then, after regaining conscious thought, you whispered, “Happy birthday, Master.”
You heard Him move away, and felt a hard kick to your chest. The force sent you backward, hitting the wall. You presented your body to Him, and could feel tears already welling up.
He wore his hardest boots today.
He stomped on your groin, and you let out a sound of pain, and nearly came instantly.
He leaned down, grabbing you by the neck, and harshly whispered, “Tell me what you are.”
“I-I…” Words could barely form, and your thoughts were hazy with the pain and pleasure of His other hand on your left hip, squeezing the bruise there that still hadn’t healed. “I’m…” was all you could get out before he squeezed your neck harder, pushing you into the wall. His knee rubbed into you, and you moved against it, hoping to get some pleasure out of it.
Then He punched you. Hard. He threw you to the side, and the pain in your stomach was nigh incomprehensible. You retched as nothing came from your stomach, you hadn’t eaten anything in a while.
He picked you up by the throat, dragging you along the carpet, then throwing you onto the couch. You spread your legs for Him, and you could hear Him chuckle at you doing so.
“Slave,” you whispered.
He began to choke you with both hands, chuckling as He did so. You humped the air, His knees digging into your sides. Even through all the pain you were still wet, and horny.
He released you, and you gasped, gasped, and gasped again. You grabbed his thighs, and through the pain that shut off your already limited senses, you could hear the sound of Master unbuckling his belt and pants.
It was only a few breaths before you could feel His long, hard, leaking cock against your face, and you opened your mouth to welcome Him inside you. You hadn’t felt His cock in your mouth for so long, you had almost forgotten the feeling. You began to move your head along his cock, sucking and drooling as you did so.
He grabbed some of your hair, and pushed you down.
“Thirsty?”
Your face flushed as you realized what he had said.
Warm piss flooded your mouth, and you struggled, at first, to swallow much of it. But you fell into muscle memory, and even though he pissed much, and fast, you were able to keep up, and barely any escaped your mouth.
“Good slave,” He whispered, and He used your hair to pull you along his cock, moaning as you immediately began sucking again.
“Fuck! Good whore,” He moaned, and you could hear the couch creaking as he began to fuck your throat mercilessly. He pressed His boot into your hip, and you fought your own instinct to bite down, instead inhaling His beautiful scent.
This didn’t last long, unfortunately. He pulled you off of his cock, letting it land across your face. It was big enough that you could feel it cover almost your entire head length. His hairy balls rubbed against your chin, and you wished you could smell underneath them.
It wasn’t meant to be, however, as He got off the couch, and let His pants hit the floor. You could hear Him remove His boots, then His socks, and finally His shirt. He pulled you forward, and landed behind you. You raised your leg, and His massive member landed between your legs.
As He began to get comfortable, He kept you close to Him, one arm moving under you, and grabbing your throat, the other lifting your leg, and positioning His cock to enter you.
You moaned as He pushed inside you. He kept you loose and ready, often leaving plugs and/or vibrators inside you for days, but His cock was still huge.
It hurt as it entered you, and He wasted no time, beginning to fuck you with the first third of His cock. As you moaned into the couch, his hand squeezed your throat harder, and he began to fuck you faster, letting more of his cock inside you with each thrust. His thrusts ripped more moans from you, which caused him to fuck you harder, until suddenly you were screaming as you felt his entire cock inside you. You felt his balls slap against you, and you could barely breathe, as he let his cock sit inside you.
“So good for me, Slave,” you heard over the blood pumping in your ears. The hand on your throat loosened, allowing more breath to fill you.
But Master didn’t leave you for long.
He began to pull his cock out, eliciting a moan that filled the air.
Then he thrust all… the way… inside.
He began to repeat this motion, fucking you with his entire cock, and you couldn’t take it.
You began to sob, words of pleading mercy trying to escape you, but leaving as moans and cries.
You could hear His laugh as his massive cock tortured you, his words of degradation and praise both, that your pain addled mind couldn’t comprehend.
Pleasure flooded you as some sort of ruined, pained orgasm racked your body.
Master was getting closer, you could tell by the rapidly decaying rhythm he was torturing you with. It became fast, strong thrusts that even He could not have been in control of. You pushed against his cock, hoping you could bring Him the perfect orgasm he deserved.
And you think you achieved it.
He grabbed your throat again, screaming out in pleasure, as He thrust home, inside you, flooding your insides with His perfect cum.
But that did not stop His movement.
Your body ached and hurt with His cock’s torturous movements, and you could barely hear his pleasured moans over your pained ones.
But this was your purpose.
This is what you are for, as Master’s slave.
As He began to slow his thrusts, exhaustion finally taking over him, he hugged you tight, releasing your throat.
He moaned in your ear, as he nibbled on it, and his slow, weak thrusts, becoming more and more tolerable.
He ripped the blindfold from your face, and used your chin to direct you toward Him.
You saw His sweaty, flushed face.
His beautiful golden hair, wet with sweat, sticking to His face and neck. His deep, slow breaths, directing your gaze to His stunningly gorgeous lips, wet with drool.
And He kissed you.
His tongue danced with yours, and He moaned as He fucked your throat once more.
Then, He broke the kiss, and you got to see the lovely, satiated look, in his stunning, stunning eyes.
And you whispered, “Happy birthday, Lucas.”